Evil Gal Productions
really turned it around today, writing-wise. if it weren’t for the constant terror, I’d feel smug
in the immortal words of ice cube, today was a good day
it coulda been worse.
got a cold on Friday, but it seems to have wrapped itself up by today – with a save-it-for-later doggie bag of phlegm. Typhoid Finance had it first, so this weekend our house sounded like a Victorian consumption ward.
managed to make it to the gym this morning, even so – but couldn’t run, ’cause i started coughing – so just walked three miles while listening to Florence + the Machine and watching Olympics highlights on NBC.
it coulda been worse.
i can’t believe it. sore throat. what the fuck.
i scrubbed the toilets today, in case you were wondering about my glamorous life
nbc held me hostage until 11:45 tonight with women’s gymnastics. you suck, nbc
i think at this point you can pretty much assume, dear Nonexistent Reader, that if i haven’t posted a blog entry, it’s because i fell asleep on the couch at an embarrassingly early hour (i.e., 9 p.m. on Friday, 10 p.m. last night)
yesterday i went to a panel at the Writers Guild called “Women Who Run the Room” – a discussion with female showrunners. in all honesty, after 17 years in the biz, it was a little elementary for me (most of it i just sat there nodding, going, “yep. yep. heard that. seen that. went through that.”) – though i did learn a couple little management tricks that may help in the future 😉
so many breakthroughs in the writing today, holy shit.
UPDATE: I didn’t realize how slow this fucking page was loading, Dear Nonexistent Reader – I’m sorry it took so long for you to be able to not read anything! I’ve taken the first five months of 2016 off the front page – hopefully easier to load now!
this book has been in the transition phase of labor for thirty-three thousand years
had a sorta come-to-Jesus meeting with myself last night, feeling recharged today
how can I be working this hard and going so slow the laws of physics are not applying
a woman was nominated for President of the United States tonight.
first day back at yoga after two weeks lost to injured hip. thank god, I was feeling so stagnated in my body. now just gotta work back up to running… but slowly, slowly… that hip bursitis thing is no joke, man
the last three blog entries are missing because I fell asleep on the couch before 10 p.m. every single night since I’m a goddamn motherfucking rock star living my best Hollywood life
this week I will have met with three people socially, so I think I’m good for the year
Sometimes I remember this lady exists and think a writer’s life is actually kind of normal
walking around all day with an ice pack strapped to my left hip
it’s good that in this day and age of rampant terrorism we can still have a holiday that celebrates shit-squirtingly loud explosions
fell asleep on the couch at 5, ’cause I’m edgy and youth-oriented like the preferred demographics
hit a pivotal scene today
vacation over – back on the horse*!
*(the writing horse, not heroin)
the book is a war of attrition and I swear to god I will wear it down first
i’ve been sitting here far too long wondering what to write so now i’m writing down the fact that i’ve been sitting here far too long wondering what to write
some really important pieces locked into place today, feeling like maybe I did build the damn thing right
another day off Twitter. think I’ll be ready to be back tomorrow
took a break from Twitter today to readjust my mental, after dealing with so many abusive right-wing assholes responding to that tweet yesterday
it was a good decision. thinking i should make it a regular thing. felt a noticeable absence of a particular type of pressure (blood?)